where children cut their feet on the brain.

[hummingwolf]

I successfully spoke to a real live person today! Well, more than one person, but the one who was heavily guarded by a vicious voice mail system was the one I was concerned about. Yay! Now here's hoping this leads to a good new way of killing the bad bugs in my lungs.

Not only do I cough every time I laugh (which has been happening a lot today) or try to breathe deeply (which happened when I went out to enjoy the sunset), but I cough when I hear other people cough. Considering how many folks around here have colds right now, this is really rather annoying.

Here's a MegaHAL poem with imagery I appreciate, though the penultimate line makes me think there are hairy hobbit feet involved (not that there's anything wrong with that).

Now she walks the sodden ground.

i learned to trap in mid-july and i to revert to
take half or more in jealousy and suspicion.

he has fears, which might become apparent.

to think a soul to be worn by a glance!

the dearest hands that clasp our hands clawing, climbing.
you dragged your feet and my throat a strangling sob
caught up in smoking hills
washed and combed, my feet
and the fragrance of the world.

Another, longer, one kept me occupied by thoughts unrelated to aggravating voice mail systems. Note to one who cares: there are ogres in it.

You were not rejected
by death. You may not know how long will you do at the end,
and takes care not how such things can happen:
reach out your calendar and a tenderness
or through our frames like some kinds of selfishness
i can use it.

solid ground
and we finished off our fort,
then splattered all over until not a thing gone dead and sweet as plump plums,
bitter as old rain
just beyond the loud-voiced town
flows a little too far
than i as you live underneath the radar
loves the paranoia which has on many occasions
demonstrated its capacity for deceit. You can never leave it again."
his mother and father still hovered
in different societies, showing the many that rapidly fell
on any corner with a wide world
went on shaping itself with love, as if a few other things, but not with branches, and not
did fan and rock, with sudden blaze,
the heart is full of conducted tours.
their claims upon their clenched hands, and up and approached the heater, and then
the smell of fires,
fearless ogres faint with dread,
if each day he had flung on his body, fascinated.

at the edge of town. In middle june the light
from air
pressure, and in part a christian);
fortified by theory and sometimes the
structure of dna into an aspect of his head like a bat keeps lunging through the dark words
and naked shingles of the past had the chance. Quit dancing.
get some exercise.

Comments

[hai-kah-uhk.livejournal.com]

Traveling hobbits with hairy feet! Yum!

The second one was deep. Being rejected by death might be pretty bad; good thing you weren't. And even your own paranoia is deceptive! And we ogres are no threat, either. Though I don't know if I could quite faint with dread. Maybe I'm just napping.

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

Seems to me that paranoia generally is deceptive. It blinds people to real threats by making them focus on their imaginary ones. So reach out your calendar and a tenderness! The wide world goes on shaping itself with love, after all (though not with branches). I guess that must be why the heart is full of conducted tours.

[hai-kah-uhk.livejournal.com]

Ogres are an imaginary threat. Unless you bother us at mealtime. Then any harm we do is merely driven by more important priorities.